Maybe I should remove you from my social media.
Maybe I should delete it all to start.
From now on, should I cease the multimedia?
You don't understand, I can hear the breaking of my heart.
Every picture I see of you with her,
I can't even find words to explain the pain I feel.
I have to find ways to keep moving further,
The shell of my heart having been peeled.
I have nothing to show you but my raw self,
My unattractive body and boring personality
I know that if you were to put me up onto her shelf
You would see that I can't compare to her with my originality.
The unshed tears that sting my eyes is enough for me to know
That I am totally and undeniably in love with you.
It is quite sad and rather pathetic, no?
How much love I hold when I barely even know you.
I'm stuck writing this endless cycle of poems
Because, I don't want to hear how I have to move on.
To be honest, they have become my heart's totems.
The size of my love, my biggest con.
~a poem by Elizabeth Kay~
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PoetryA book full of poems on things that are just never said. *All photos seen in this book, including the cover, were photos taken by me~ Elizabeth Kay ~using my cellphone*
